Okay, so I had this whole whiny post about, "blah blah blah, can't sleep for the drowning, work sucks, cramps suck harder, winter is too winter, the sidewalks are trying to kill me," but. But no. That entry is boring. So, instead, I copy minervacat's post of yesterday with a list of things that are making this hellish week of hell, you know, less hellish ( Read more... )

1. We are not friends, Johnny, so stop being all mavericky and pretending like we are. (Can I just peek into the future to see how this all ends? Though, of course, if I had time travel technology, I would just go back in time and make sure voting happened properly in Palm Beach county, so.)
   
   
2. My 2008 Playoff hoodie arrived, and I'm about 99.9% sure ( Read more... )

So. I'm back from Jersey, still too tired and exhausted all these days later, working and working while my sister honeymoons in Punta Cana. But, yes, the baby sister got all hitched, and there wasn't a shotgun in sight (there was, however: a Livin' on a Prayer sing-along, a slow dance to Jersey Girl, and over $6,000 in booze served from the open ( Read more... )

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday: what a week, a long week, the longest week. And today perhaps the worst of all (work, so much work, I still haven't packed, I never realize how much work I actually do until I've got to make sure it gets done for an entire week I won't be around). But! Tonight is the Mountain Goats. And tomorrow, oh ( Read more... )